The Rolling Stones Album

Rolling Stones - Dance (PT. 1)

Hey, what am I doing standing here on the corner of
West 8th Street and 6th Avenue and...

Ah, skip it.

Nothing. Keith! Watcha, watcha doing? (whistle)
Oh, I think the time has come to get out, get out

Get up, get out, get into something new
Get up, get out, into something new

Ooh! And it's got me moving (Got me moving honey!)
Ooh! And it's got me moving
Ooh! And it's got me moving
Ooh! And it's got me moving

My my my, my my my, my my my, my my my, my

Poor man eyes a rich man
Denigrates his property
A rich man eyes a poor man
And envies his simplicity.

Get up, get up, into something new
Get up, get out, down into something new

Ooh! and it's got me moving
Ooh! and it's got me moving
Ooh! and it's got me moving
Ooh! and it's got me moving
Ooh! and it's got me moving

Yeah, get up, get up, get out
Into something new
Yeah, all, woncha all, woncha all, woncha all
Don't stand accused....

Rolling Stones - Summer Romance

Just a few days and you'll be back in your school
I'll be sitting around by the swimming pool
You'll be studying history and you'll be down the gym
And I'll be down the pub, probably playing pool and drinking
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through

Just a few days and you'll be back in your class
Sucking up the teacher and trying to get an 'a' pass
Trying to hide your make-up and you're trying to flash your legs
Yeh, no sympathy from your spotty friends
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through

I can't help myself, help it if I'm older than you
I can't help myself, help it if I'm older than you
Over, over, summer romance
I need money so much, I need money so bad
And I can't be your mum, don't want to be your dad
I'm a serious man, I got serious lusts
Gonna have to do away with this greasy kid stuff
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through
I can't help myself, I can't help it if I'm older than you
It's over, over, summer romance
It's just a summer romance, a summer romance, and it's through
It's over, over, summer romance
It's over now, it's a summer romance and it's through

Rolling Stones - Send It To Me

Oh, I think I had enough of your religion
It's tough, it's a state of mind
I don't need it!

Sending a letter
To my mother
I need some loving
Send it to me

I lost my lover
Unfaithful lover
I need some money
Send it to me

I need consoling
Your boy's feeling lonely
Describe her for me

Send it to me

Send it to me
Send it to me
Send it to me
Send it to me

If she can't travel
I can take the mule train
I can take the aeroplane
Send it to me

Yeah, and I'm begging you
Begging you, down on my knees
Baby please, please please
You, you, got to send it, send it, send it
Send it to me
Send her to me

Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me

Yeah, I'm sending in a letter
To my sister
In Australia
Sister Marie

Ain't got no lover
No sense of cover
I need some loving
Send it to me

Send it to me
Send it to me
Send it to me
Send it to me

She won't have to watch her step
Seh won't have to relocate
I guarantee her personal security

She don't have to be five foot ten
Or blond or brunette
She don't have to be no social hostess
Send her

She might work in a factory
Right next door to me
In my fantasy
Send her to me

Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me

She could be Rumanian
Could be Bubarian
Could be Albanian
Might be Hungarian
Could be Ukrainian
Could be Australian
Could be the Alien
Send her to me

Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me

Rolling Stones - Let Me Go

You're gonna get it straight from the shoulder
Can't you see the party's over
Let me go

Can't you get it through your thick head
This affair is finished - dead
Hey, let me go

I tried giving you the velvet gloves
I tried giving you the knockout punch
Hey, let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go

I find it hard to be cruel
I find it hard to be cruel
With a smile, don't you?
You'll never find that perfect love
That you read about
That you dream about

Maybe I'll become a playboy
Hang around in gay bars
And move to the west side of town

You're gonna get it straight from the shoulder
Can't you see the party's over
Hey, let me go
Let me go

So you think I'm giving you the brush off
Well I'm just telling you to shove off
Hey, let me go

This ain't no time to waste my breath
We're going into sudden death
Hey, let me go

Can't you get it through your thick head
This affair is dead as a doornail
Hey, baby won't you let me go

The bell has rung, and I've called time
The chair is on the table, out the door baby

Baby won't you let me go
Let me go...

Rolling Stones - Indian Girl

Little Indian girl, where is your mama?
Little Indian girl, where is your papa?
He's fighting in the war in the streets of Masaya
All the children were dead, except for the girl who said
"Please Mister Gringo, please find my father"
Lesson number one that you learn while you're young
Life just goes on and on getting harder and harder
Little Indian girl, from Nueva, Granada
Little Indian girl, from Nueva, Granada
Yes, I saw them today. It's a sight I would say
They're shooting down planes with their M-16 and with laughter
Ma says there's no food, there's nothing left in the larder
Last piece of meat was eaten by the soldiers that raped her
All the children were dead, except for the girl who said
"Please Mister Gringo, please find my father"
Lesson number one that you learn while you're young
Life just goes on and on getting harder and harder
Life just goes on and on getting harder and harder
Little Indian girl, from Nueva, Granada
Yes, I saw them today. It's a sight I would say
They're shooting down planes with their M-16 and with laughter
(spoken)
Mr. Gringo, my father he ain't no Che Guevara
And he's fighting the war on the streets of Masaya
Little Indian girl where is your father?
Little Indian girl where is your momma?
They're fighting for Mr. Castro in the streets of Angola

Rolling Stones - Where The Boys Go

Hey girls, you better listen to me
I'm getting starved for your company
All day Monday, and all day Tuesday
I played football, there's nothing on the telly
Now ever since I was just 13 years old
Well, I always felt shy but I acted so bold
I never had the money and I never had the class
But I always seemed to get myself a Saturday night piece of ass!

Where the boys go, Saturday night
Where the boys all go, hold me tight
Where the boys all go, Saturday night
Where the boys all go

Saturday morning you can see me at the pub
and I'm pissing away me money and I can't stand up
Cab fare, pop? You look silly in the road
Get in everybody, where the boys all go!

Hey! Never keep a secret from meeeee--eeeeeeee
Hey! Never keep a secret from yuuuuuuuuuwwwwwww
Hey! Never keep a secret from meeeeee-eeeeeee

Where the boys go, Saturday night
Where the boys go, hold me tight
Where the boys go, stand around and grope
Where the boys go, showing off their clothes
Where the boys go, down the disco!

Hey girls, what you doin' tonight?
Now do you want to dance, or do you want to bite?
Look here, darlin, I know the score
Paint your face, dye your hair, I'll see you round the back!

Where the boys go, Saturday night
Where the boys go, hold me tight
Where the boys go, Saturday night

Where the boys go, for a giggle and a lawff
Where the boys go, and a little piece of ass
Where the boys go, for a little piece of this
Where the boys go, for a little piece of that
Where the boys go, for a little piece of stick!
Where the boys go, for a little piece of cunt!

Rolling Stones - Down in The Hole

Will all your money
Buy you forgiveness
Keep you from sickness
Or keep you from cold?

Will all your money
Keep you from madness
Keep you from sadness
When you're down in the hole?

'Cause you'll be down in the gutter
You'll be bummin' for cigarettes
Bummin' for nylons
In the American Zone

You'll be down in the hole
Yeah, down in the hole
No escape from trouble
Nowhere to go

Down in the gutter
Beggin' for cigarettes
Beggin' forgiveness
All that you know

Down in the hole
After diggin' the trenches
Looking for cover and findin' out there ain't nowhere nowhere to go
Nowhere nowhere nowhere to go

None of your money
Will buy you forgiveness
None of your jewelry
None of your gold

Your black market cigarettes
Your American nightclubs
Ah, they've got nowhere left

Something for nothing
All of your friends gone
Something for nothing
That's all that you know

There's something down in the hole
Down down down in the hole
There's something down down down down in the hole

Is there nothing I can say 
Nothing I can do 
To change your mind 
I'm so in love with you 
You're too deep in 
You can't get out 
You're just a poor girl in a rich man's house 
Yeah, baby, I'm crying over you 

Don't you know promises were never made to keep? 
Just like the night, dissolve in sleep 
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 

Yeah, the other night, crying 
Crying baby, yeah I'm crying 
Yeah I'm like a child baby 
I'm like a child baby 
Child yeah, I'm like a child, like a child 
Like a child 

You think you're one of a special breed 
You think that you're his pet Pekinese 
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 

I was dreaming last night 
Last night I was dreaming 
How you'd be mine, but I was crying 
Like a child, yeah, I was crying 
Crying like a child 
You will be mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, all mine 
You could be mine, could be mine 
Be mine, all mine 

I come to you, so silent in the night 
So stealthy, so animal quiet 
I'll be your savior, steadfast and true 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 
I'll come to your emotional rescue 

Yeah, you should be mine, mine, whew 
Yes, you could be mine 
Tonight and every night 
I will be your knight in shining armour 
Coming to your emotional rescue 
You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine 
You will be mine, you will be mine, all mine 
I will be your knight in shining armour 
Riding across the desert with a fine Arab charger

I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold
I'm so hot for her, I'm on fire for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano
I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and she's so cold

Yeah, I tried re-wiring her, tried re-firing her
I think her engine is permanently stalled
She's so cold she's so cold
She's so cold cold cold
Like a tombstone
She's so cold, she's so cold
she's so cold cold cold like an ice cream cone
She's so cold she's so cold
I dare not touch her my hand just froze

Yeah, I'm so hot for hot for her, I'm so hot for her
I'm so hot for her and even so,
Put your hand on the heat, put your hand on the heat
Aw C'mon baby, let's go

She's so cold, she's so cold, cold, she's so c-c-c-old
But she's beautiful, though

yeah, she's so cold

She's so cold, she's so cold
She was born in an arctic zone
She's so cold she's so cold, cold, cold
I dare not touch her my hand just froze

She's so cold, she's so goddamn cold she's so
Cold cold cold she's so cold

Who would believe you were a beauty indeed
When the days get shorter and the nights get long
Lie awake when the rain comes
Nobody will know, when you're old
When you're old, nobody will know
that you was a beauty, a sweet sweet beauty
A sweet sweet beauty, but stone stone cold

You're so cold, you're so cold, cold, cold
You're so cold, you're so cold

I'm so hot for you, I'm so hot for you
I'm so hot for you and you're so cold

I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire
I'm the bleeding volcano

All About You (Emotional Rescue - Glimmer Twins)

Well if you call this a life
Why must I spend mine with you
If the show must go
Let it go on without you
I'm so sick and tired of hanging around with jerks like you

Who'll tel me those lies
And let me think that it's true
What am I to do
You wanted it I got it too

Well the lies may all be true
That's just cause the joke's about you
I'm so sick and tired of hanging around with dogs like you
Youre the first to get blamed
Always the last bitch to get paid

Oh, tell me those lies
Let me think they're true
I heard one or two
They weren't about me, they weren't about her
They were all about you

And I may maybe miss you
But missing me just isn't you
I'm so sick and tired hanging around with dogs like you

Tell me those lies
Let me think they're true
I heard one or two, and they weren't about me, they weren't about her
They're all about you, all about you

I'm so sick and tired
What should I do
You want it, you get it...

So how come I'm still in love with you?